There’s ice in the darkening sky
It makes me dream of cherry blossoms
Of sunny days lost and forgotten
Of freedom, of friendship, of love
An eternal captive of the darkness, I ache;
I long for the freedom you can offer
But so afraid I am of what may come
To be left alone in the darkness once more
My dreams and longings so far away;
Perhaps if I wield my sword I will find truth
But maybe I will find myself alone in the dark.
I find solace in the music of my homeland;
Drumbeats round a dancing flame
Wakes whispering of times past
And crumpets left to rot in sun
Anglos wielding frosted blades
Flights attempted and achieved
Gunshots across the moonshine plains.
Leave me alone.
Why do you haunt me?
Will you ruin me,
Remake me,
Or undo me?
Come back to me.
I once believed in Fairy tales,
With princesses and knights
Of valiant battles, ancient wars
And love declared with bites.
I once believed in nightmares
With personalities like yours
Of darkness gathering at ruined fairs
And touches playing the course.
But as I grew I came to know
There is nothing truly pure
Nothing in this ruined world
Is tied with ribbon and bow.
And though I try to be so sure,
Something in this ruined world
Is tied with ribbon and bow.
Wotcher
I wrote a poem to share my feelings
But they seem to come out all wrong!
They speak of darkness unbridled
And indecision with its iron hold.
I simply can’t seem to find words
That deftly describe how I feel
It’s really not all darkness and death
But butterflies and warmth and sun.
However, who writes a poem on happy things
Unless they’re ill in the head?
So I think I’ll continue with the morbidity
And hope you’ll get the point.
For some reason my thoughts are of you
And it makes me crazy;
I can’t seem to get you out of my head
I’m sure I’m out of yours
Perhaps I’ve gone completely mad
Maybe you’re just asleep
But the fact that you haven’t called me
Hurts more than I admit.
I’m kidding. Really.
A katana at his waist
My samurai wanders far;
By bike or foot, land or sea,
He traverses the world
I envy his courage and speed
I ache for his longetivity
I wonder someday if there’ll be
Someone so good as he is to me.
For my samurai, I do believe
I will wait forever under cherry trees.
(Just so long as it doesn’t pass
The limit of three winters gone.)